he used to tell me as i removed his armor
honey pie, you over pack everything
your suitcase
your bowl
your bed
as i swallowed him knowing
he was a means of suicide
but he was 2/3rds right
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5 replies on “antony bitching at cleopatra as she blows him”
Holy fuck. Excuse my language.
You never need be excused. Holy fuck, indeed.
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Indeed–or, well, more like Holy Foreplay! Which of coarse leads right into the Holy Fuck. But I’m not quibbling, which is funny cuz it rhymes with dribbling… huhuhu…
(Gasps like a 1940’s pin up)
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Not sure what that sounds like but Ooh–the visuals!